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ln Oz, you have to be ready to defend yourself

at any given moment.

Chances are the person coming at you has a weapon,

so you've got to have one too.

You've got to be ready to kill your enemies,

or at least slow them down.

You told me if l let you out of solitary,

you'd snitch on the other prisoners, be my informant.

Well, you haven't told me anything l don't already know.

Morales won't let me back into El Norte unless l kill Redding.

Then you're fucked, Alvarez, and no use to me.

Hell, l might as well send you back to solitary right now.

Wait a second. He tells me to grease somebody, right?

There's conspiracy, man.

l convict Morales on a conspiracy charge,

so what?

He's still in Oz, still running drugs.

Give me a couple days, l'll try to figure out

some other way to get in his good graces.

Just a couple of fucking days.

Miguel, Miguel, where you been?

l was kissing the warden's ass.

That's funny.

Not as funny as you think.

You know he wants me to rat on you.

Says if l don't give him any inside info on drugs and shit

l'm gonna be playing solitary again.

So l've been thinking.

You know, maybe l could be like,

a double agent, right?

l just give him the information that you want him to have, you know.

- That's a brilliant idea. - Think so?

Except for the fact that there ain't no information

l want Glynn to have.

Misinformation?

You tell him stuff that turns out not to be true,

how long's he gonna trust you?

No, my friend,

if l were you-- and l'm glad l'm not--

l'd prepare myself for the inevitable--

spending the next 50 years all by your lonesome.

What's up? What you want, Alvarez?

l want to talk to your boss.

We got no business with you.

Morales wants you dead, man.

That ain't no headline.

He's ordered me to do the deed.

l see.

l don't want to have to spill any more blood that l already done, man.

l still don't see what it is you want.

l want to help you take out Morales.

You're playing a dangerous game, son,

betraying your own skin.

They betrayed me first, man.

No doubt,

but the trouble with getting in bed with a traitor

is you never know when he might betray you.

l appreciate your offer, but we're gonna have to decline.

Decline.

What you talking to Redding for?

l asked to borrow some detergent.

Yeah?

Well, we haven't forgotten that you shanked Carlo Ricardo.

So?

When Chico Guerra gets out of the hospital,

he and me are gonna fuck you up.

Why wait till he gets out, chickenshit?

Come on, baby. l ain't got nothing, man.

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.

Let's do this, puto.

Now this shank,

which we call the Gillette bayonette,

was not designed to pierce, but to slice.

The blade of a disposable razor

is extracted from its plastic casing,

and then attached to a pen or a pencil.

Only the danger with this sucker is...

Ah!

You end up cutting yourself.

Busmalis is in solitary confinement, Norma.

Why?

ln order to get permission to marry you,

Busmalis promised the warden he wouldn't dig anymore tunnels.

Only he'd already started a tunnel.

When he tried to fill it up,

well, all hell broke loose.

How long will Agamemnon be isolated?

Hard to say.

Let me see what l can do on my end.

Thank you, Mr. Rebadow. l miss Agamemnon so much.

Yes.

l miss him too.

So the truth is,

Busmalis started digging that tunnel before he agreed not to.

lt's a lovely story, Rebadow. And why should l believe you?

Because you know me, Warden.

l've been in Oz for 35 years.

l've seen murders, riots,

had a hundred different cell-mates.

Not once have l stepped up on another person's behalf.

l've survived by being uninvolved.

Busmalis deserves better.

Okay.

But no more goddamned tunnels!

l don't know how you got me out

or how l'll ever repay you.

Nonsense. l owed you.

Busmalis,

no more tunnels.

Absolutely.

ln solitary l had time to think about my obsession with digging.

Tunnels are nothing but extended graves.

But l'm not dead. Far from it.

Because of Norma you have every reason to live.

l'm gonna go call Norma.

Now the Wygert Corporation has developed a pill

which causes the body to age at a faster pace than normal.

So we give this drug to a prisoner,

he ages the number of years that he was supposed to have served,

and then we let him go.

But that whole fucking process

invalidates the whole purpose of our jobs.

Tim's right. You take a killer of 20 who's in for 20,

you give him the pill,

bingo, he's 40 but he's still a cold-blooded murderer.

This drug doesn't factor in rehabilitation.

This drug is the ultimate admission of our failure.

lt says that we can't redeem these men

and we shouldn't even try.

We've gotta pull the plug on this project now.

Leave it to you, Tim, to turn a personal disagreement

between us into some self-righteous crusade.

He's making speeches because he didn't want the O'Reily brothers included.

Regardless, he's brought up some valid points.

- Peter Marie... - l'm sorry, he has.

Valid points?

Which of you can stand up and claim,

that you've actually turned one of these fucks around?

All we do is move them through the system.

Bring them in, we lock them up, we let them out.

At least with this pill we don't get stabbed in the process.

lf you're so afraid of the work, Lopresti,

go back to selling used cars.

You see? Don't be an asshole.

- This isn't just about me. - Wait a minute, you instigated this.

Enough.

l'll call the commissioner and express your concerns.

But until he decides to yank the plug,

the program continues.

Let me ask you something.

This new drug that we're testing,

how long do we start feeling the effects?

Well, as l said before, it's never been tested on humans,

but the lab rats began to age in about three days.

lf l get old and wrinkled,

will you still love me?

Next.

Cyril, any complaints?

l have a tummyache.

Come on, sit down.

Okay, take a deep breath.

Count!

Cyril, come on, let's go.

Come on, Cyril, get up.

Holy Mother of Christ.

Ryan,

l don't feel too good.

Be right back.

- Hey, so? - He's begun to age.

What about me?

Your body might metabolize slower

or you could be on the placebo.

Whoa, wait, wait.

The idea was for me and Cyril to go through this together.

Remember? To get out of Oz together.

Are you trying to tell me he's--

he's gonna get old and l might not?

- Yes. - No, you stop giving him that drug.

No, l won't. You both agreed to take it.

Well, now l'm unagreeing.

Look, everything l've done has fucked up Cyril's life.

l'm not about to sit by and watch him disintegrate.

- You signed an agreement. - l don't care.

Well, l do.

Fuck you.

Cyril, put your shirt on. We're leaving.

We're keeping Cyril here a few more hours for observation.

Get him out of here.

- You seen my brother's hair? - Pretty bizarre.

This aging thing is out of whack, Beecher.

You and me, we gotta drop out.

We gotta talk to Robson and Kirk and the others

and we gotta get them to drop out, too.

What?

This is just like you, O'Reily.

l gave my word and, as terrified as l am

about the effects of the drug, l'm sticking with it.

Fine. l'll talk to the others myself.

Yeah, well, l don't know if that's gonna do much good.

Mugs like Robson, Hoyt and Wic,

they're used to playing Russian roulette with their lives.

My guess is they're gonna laugh in your face.

- Feeling good today? - l'm feeling nervous.

lt's a lot of money.

Well, helping you out is none other than the host

of the very popular ''Miss Sally's Schoolyard,''

Whitney Allen. Whitney, welcome.

Dr. Nathan says l got pubic lice,

tiny little bugs that live around in my balls.

Shit.

Wow. That's freaky.

His hair turning white.

Yeah, at least that shit won't happen to us.

Other than the lice, l feel great.

Thinking maybe l'm one of the five that got the placebo.

Wic, what are you doing?

Wic?

Jesus fucking Christ! Murphy!

Murphy!

Get your fucking ass down here!

Gloria.

Come to gloat, Tim?

No, to apologize.

l mean, you were right on the money when you said

that l turned our disagreement into something else.

l'm sure you were acting out on the best of intentions.

Was l?

My answer to everything that walks through that door

is pop a pill in his mouth.

l don't even try to heal people anymore.

l'm a drug dealer.

Well, better that than a...

fuck, l don't even know what l am anymore,

except tired and hungry.

Good night.

Tim.

Yeah?

That rain check for dinner?

l'd like to cash it in.

Really? You sure?

Yeah.

l don't want to be alone tonight.

Remember when we were little?

Mama would sing to us.

Just try and sleep, Cyril.

l can't remember what song.

Move over.

?? Over in Killarney ??

?? Many years ago ??

?? Me Mother sang ??

?? A song to me ??

?? ln tones so sweet and low ??

?? Just a simple little ditty ??

?? ln her sweet old lrish way ??

?? And l've give the world ??

?? lf she could sing ??

?? That song ??

?? To me this day ??

?? Too-ra-loo ??

?? Ra-loo-ral ??

?? Too-ra-loo-ra-li ??

?? Too-ra-loo ??

?? Ra-loo-ral ??

?? Hush now don't you cry ??

?? Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral. ??

And l'm sure we all feel enormous sense of joy

watching our brother embrace the ways of lslam,

and so henceforth

he will no longer be known as Leroy Tidd,

but as Salah Yudin,

which means honoring the faith.

- Allah al-Akhbar! - Allah al-Akhbar!

Welcome, my brother.

lmam, there are things l want to talk to you about,

but l'm afraid.

Well, don't be, my brother.

From now on, you must feel free to ask me anything.

Even about Adebisi?

He was a bad man, but he was my friend.

You plotted to murder him.

No.

His death was never my goal.

l tried to save him.

The son didn't want to be saved.

He felt he knew what he needed from life.

After he'd satisfied all of his appetites,

realized that his desires were empty, that he had nothing,

the only desire that he had left was to die.

How do you know that?

You only need to look into a man's face

to see if his time has come.

Hello, Leroy.

Thought we had a deal. Thought you were gonna kill Said for us.

- l will. - When?

He's constantly surrounded by his crew.

l'm waiting for a moment when l got him alone.

What's going on?

Said's napping.

You know he suffers from hypertension, right?

No, l didn't. You want a break?

l'd be happy to take over.

l do have to take a leak.

Then relieve thyself.

Okay.

He should be sleeping another 20 minutes.

l'll be right back.

Something wrong?

lt's all right. You're safe.

- Oh, God! - What the fuck?

l'm getting tired of your boy Redding

waiting to make his move against Pancamo and Morales.

l don't know why we don't just go up and ice the motherfuckers right now.

Relax. Red knows the score.

He'll tell us when the time is right.

No, that's not who l think it is, is it?

- Jackson Vahue? - Yeah, that's him.

Get the fuck out of here.

l heard he was up in here, man, but you know,

l ain't seen him.

He likes to keep a low profile.

You know, hey, l want to meet him.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, man.

Jackson. Yo, Jackson.

What's up, man?

All right, all right. How you doing?

My man Omar White, Vay. Wanted to meet you.

What's up, man?

l was there that night, man, when you scored-- what?

48 points on the Bulls, boy.

Poet, what you got in stock?

l thought you was off the drugs, man.

Yeah, well, that was when l was trying to win parole.

Now l'm stuck in this shithole for another seven years.

Get me some tit.

Anything you need, brother. We'll get that for you.

- Yeah. - All right.

Keep you happy. Keep your motor running.

l'm your man, Jackson.

Man, boy, Jackson Vahue, man.

There l am trying to be all friendly with this motherfucker,

he's looking at me like l'm not even there,

like l'm a fucking glass of water or something.

Man, he got other shit on his mind, man.

l got this problem. l just don't impress people.

This ain't no joke, man.

l mean, ever since l was a kid, l meet people and l just--

for some reason l just don't leave no impression on them.

What you gonna do, man?

l'll show you what l'm gonna do.

l'm gonna make these motherfuckers know this man.

Yo, don't be waving that shit around, man.

These motherfuckers are gonna fear me, all right? Watch me.

Watch me.

Hey, get the fuck out of the way.

McManus.

- McManus. - Yeah?

Raise his head.

Bleeding like a pig, McManus. How does it feel, baby?

Oh, fuck!

This particular shank is called a blunt.

lt's fairly standard.

A prisoner pounds a hunk of metal working in the shop

and then rubs the metal against a stone wall.

ln Oz we got plenty of those.

Shaping it into a blade.

The beauty of this baby is

that it causes as much internal damage as possible.

Basil, you got a guest.

Who?

Nancy Mears.

That's your mistress?

Sort of.

She's my partner.

While l was under cover in Em City,

she pretended to be my girlfriend.

You seem surprised she's here.

l am.

Up till today she's refused to see me.

Nancy.

l can't tell you how happy l am that you've come.

The lieutenant ordered me.

What?

Shumond. He said l had to come.

Oh. Well,

l'm sorry he forced you.

You got something to tell me?

l wanted to apologize for lying to you while l was undercover.

l got so deep inside Desmond Mobay

that l let the situation get funky.

Okay.

Bye.

Nancy, that's it? Okay, bye.

What do you want from me, John?

Forgiveness?

Look, being a cop sucks.

The people we're supposed to protect and serve,

they think we're brutal, indifferent,

insulated and corrupt.

Every day l fight against that image

and every day a scumbag like you fucks it up,

so no, John, l will not forgive you.

But l promise you this: l'll forget you.

l will forget you ever existed.

And if Shumond asks, be sure to tell him l was here.

Hey, you!

l want to play some cards!

Not with you.

When are you gonna accept the fact that you,

me and Johnny share a bond.

We were all cops.

Cops who, for one reason or another,

copped out.

l have nothing in common with you.

l'm a political prisoner incarcerated by an unjust system.

No, son,

you're nothing but a punk with bad aim.

And you're a dead man.

That a threat?

lt ain't a valentine.

Like l said, punk,

quit staring.

Relax.

Cocksucker keeps staring at me like he's putting some kind of curse on me.

Warden wants to see you. Come on.

l wonder what that's about.

Morales and Pancamo killed Bian Yixue.

Do you have proof?

Well, then unfortunately there's

not much l can do.

We wanted to see you, Gongjing,

so that you can prepare the others.

To return home?

No, this is about Jia Kenmin.

Jia Kenmin? You have captured him?

Yes, he was already on trial locally for drug charges.

Yesterday the jury found him guilty.

He'll be tried again in federal court for illegally

bringing you and the others into the country.

But in the interim, he's coming here.

To this prison?

Yes. And we're gonna keep him completely segregated

until your people are gone.

Jia Kenmin, he is to blame for the misery.

He arranged for the boat that brought us from China.

Yes, and he'll be punished accordingly.

l would like to meet him, to see his face.

Gongjing...

Please, l will do him no harm.

What harm could l do?

He is a killer.

l am not.

Prisoner number 01J81 3,

Jia Kenmin;

Convicted February 2nd, 2001 ;

possession and distribution of a controlled substance.

Sentence:

15 years, up for parole in five.

Wong Gongjing,

Jia Kenmin.

- How you doing? - No physical contact.

Sit.

The officer's gonna remain in the room for the entire five minutes

and can shut the conversation down anytime before that.

Okay?

So?

l am told your parents left China same as us,

escaped the horrors

to make a better life for you.

So how can you treat your own people like dirt?

l want to kill you...

but killing you will not bring Yixue back to his wife and son.

The men in this prison are not honorable.

Are you?

Are you, Jia Kenmin?

lf so, there is one thing you could do to make up for the bad.

One thing l ask, not only for myself,

but for the honor of all who suffer.

Enrique Morales.

Will you do that?

Will you swear?

The State Department, under increasing pressure from the Beijing government,

has decided not to grant asylum

to the 35 remaining Chinese illegals

whose freighter crashed off Jeb lsland Sound.

The refugees will be deported to China tomorrow

where they face an uncertain future.

Business news is next with Marcia Levy.

Yo, look who's out of solitary.

l forgot Ketchum was in Oz.

Yeah, he got here a couple months ago.

Calls himself Supreme Allah.

He's been on trial for killing two other inmates.

Burr, heard you were in circulation.

Get the fuck away from me, Ketchum.

Yeah.

What was that about?

Augustus, you ever wonder why the cops knew

where you was at the night you got arrested?

Yeah, l figured they had me under surveillance.

Surveillance my black ass.

Ketchum told them.

What?

They had him on an old warrant.

They were squeezing him hard.

He gave you up.

lf it wasn't for Supreme Allah,

you wouldn't be in that wheelchair.

You wouldn't be in Oz.

We don't like Burr Redding any more than you.

You want him dead, we want him dead.

Take care of this, we'll cut you into the operation.

Done.

Only l need a little time,

get some of the other brothers on my side.

But don't wait too long.

Redding's planning his own move.

We have to snap his neck before he snaps ours.

Damn, dude.

Being crippled must suck.

Nah, Supreme,

it's a pleasure cruise.

l know you know Burr Redding from the same corner as me.

Hung with the man all my life.

He took care of me and my family when my daddy got killed in Nam.

Yeah, l know you got much love for him.

Which is why you got to let the man know...

spicks and wops want him deceased.

You're so worried about him, why don't you tell him yourself?

Nigger won't let me get near him.

That surprises you?

Shit, yeah.

l ain't never done nothing to backhand him.

- What about me? - Speak clearly, dog.

You put me in here.

ln Oz, in the wheelchair.

Bullshit.

Burr found out that you was the one that ratted me out to the cops.

Like l said, bullshit.

Bullshit.

- l'll show you bullshit, nigger. - What the fuck?

Ah! Shit.

You fucking, fucking crazy?

Takes a lot of balls to beat a fellow in a wheelchair.

l didn't touch Hill.

Just like you didn't kill

those two other inmates, Shemin and Browne.

l'm innocent of that.

There's others who gotta pay for that crime.

l suppose you're also innocent

of shooting Gray Daniels?

No.

That motherfucker laughed at me.

He got what he deserved.

l'm telling you, Supreme Allah knows we whacked Shemin and Browne

- and we pinned the murders on him. - How could he?

l didn't tell him, you didn't tell him.

Hey, maybe he figured it out. Both of them were guys Beecher fucked.

So maybe he thinks that you did it, but not me.

What, are you looking to hang me out to dry there, O'Reily?

No. Look, maybe l can go see Allah,

figure out what he really knows. You can trust me, K-Boy.

l got no other choice.

Fuck!

l'm such an idiot.

Hey, Supreme, old pal. This thing is crashing

every time l try to boot it up. Can you take a look at it for me?

No.

No?

What do you got, PMS or something?

You know, l sat in solitary plenty of hours, O'Reily.

Had time to put two and two together.

Shemin and Browne plus Keller and O'Reily

equals me almost on death row.

Hmm.

Well, you got it wrong there, cuz.

Well, addition never was my best subject.

l always favored subtraction.

Let me see, Oz minus Keller and O'Reily...

equals justice.

Why are you so anxious

to see the world rid of Supreme Allah?

Well, l guess the same reasons as you.

His grasp exceeds his reach.

And you come to me?

l'm willing to give you any assistance you may need.

Yeah, well, l need no assistance,

because l don't mean him any harm.

l wish the man only the best.

That's right, Thursday, 11 :00 AM sharp.

You hear me, Tug? Be on time.

We're all set.

l'm telling you, we gotta do something and fast.

You know, l just got the funniest feeling

the old man is gonna take care of everything.

Fuck!

Fuck!

This shank is a classic.

The bottom end of a toothbrush

is carved down to its sharpest point,

almost like an arrowhead. But the best part is,

the weapon doesn't have to be concealed.

lt can be placed in the pocket,

bristles showing, ready to be grabbed for action.

Look, l barely met Tug Daniels.

He calls, he says he needs to see me.

Man, how how was l supposed to know

what he's got going in his head?

Did you know Supreme Allah was serving time

for shooting Daniels' brother?

Yeah, man, l guess.

- Where'd he get the shank? - He must've brought it in with him.

Look, don't be blaming me for your lax security.

Maybe some time in the cage will help you see things clearer.

The cage? l didn't do shit.

l didn't do shit.

Timmy.

Father Mukada, where you been?

On retreat.

Father Makaki says that while l've been away

you stopped being an altar boy at mass.

The Catholic Church is Satan's whore.

What?

The Pope sucks on the teat of the beast.

Rome is the Gomorrah of the new world order.

- Where on earth did you hear that? - The Reverend Cloutier.

At first when he started preaching, l thought he was a real dipshit,

but a lot of what he says makes sense.

- Like? - That l should convert.

Cloutier says if l do convert,

there's this Bible college in West Virginia

where l can do a correspondence course,

get my college degree for free.

Timmy, if that's what you want,

there are plenty of other schools

to choose from before you decide.

- l could help you... - No, that's okay.

God be with you.

Hello, Reverend.

Please be seated.

Thank you, Officer.

Well, l wasn't here when you arrived,

so l thought that now that l'm back we should meet.

Excellent.

Although, Father, l must say l was shocked to see

how the Protestant population of Oz was being served.

l try to do the best l can for everyone.

Yes, l'm sure you do.

And l'm glad that you're here to help,

which reminds me that l had a discussion with Timothy Kirk.

He says he wants to go for a BA

Well, with the right education, he could find the way.

Well, see, that's exactly what l wanted

to discuss with you, the right education.

l don't think that a Bible college is best for him.

Where would you prefer he study, with the Jesuits?

No, not necessarily, but he's young, lost, confused.

l would hate for there to be any undue pressure.

He was baptized a Catholic,

went to eight years of parochial education.

There were monks in his high school.

You don't call that undue pressure?

Look, l didn't ask you here for a theological debate.

No, that's exactly why you asked me here.

You're afraid of losing Kirk to Christ.

He already has Christ.

That is not Christ. That is showbiz on a stick.

Showbiz?

You, of all people, You have turned faith into a cartoon.

Be careful, Father. Anger, envy,

those are two of the seven deadly sins.

This afternoon l will be baptizing Timmy Kirk

as a true Christian.

You're welcome to attend.

?? Jesus loves his little children ??

?? All the little children of the world ??

?? Red and yellow, black and white ??

?? They are precious in his sight ??

?? Jesus loves the little children ??

?? Of the world. ??

My first few days here l was terrified,

sharing a cell with Adebisi.

And you came to me, all friendly.

l saved you from that black bastard.

Vern, you know the rules.

Let Tobias finish his thought.

Right.

Go on.

The man that l was, the man that l have become,

that's mine to carry.

But you've got to accept your share of the responsibility

for everything that's happened.

What are you doing interrupting us?

Sorry, Sister. Warden sent me to fetch Schillinger.

Says it's an emergency.

l got a call today from the Massachusetts State Police.

A few days ago they discovered the body of a young man

who'd evidently been dead for several months,

a bullet to the back of the head.

They checked the dental records

and discovered the identity of the victim.

Your son, Hank.

No.

No, Hank's in Florida.

Cops made a mistake.

That's possible, but l doubt it.

lt's a mistake. Cops made a fucking mistake.

Hank's not dead. He can't be dead.

He's got this cute little wife

and they're gonna have a baby.

Hank is not dead! You hear me? He's not dead!

Your kid was involved in all kinds of shit--

drug deals and pimping--

so there's any number of people who might want him dead.

This is you consoling me?

This is me giving you the hard, cold facts.

Your son was murdered, now somebody's gotta pay,

- and l think that somebody is Beecher. - Beecher?

You know how we kept expecting him to retaliate

for Hank killing his son, but nothing happened?

Well, that's 'cause he'd already taken care of it.

We're in Oz. There's a shitload of guys who could arrange that hit.

That fucking--

l'll kill his daughter.

l'll kill his whole fucking family.

Do you see him?

No.

Vern, l just heard about your son.

- l'm so sorry. - Thank you, Reverend.

- Why don't we pray together? - How does the quote go?

''There is a time to be born, a time to die,

a time for every purpose under Heaven''?

- Yes. - Well, the time for praying is over.

No, Vern. Jesus can comfort you.

Not today.

Leave the man alone, okay, Rev?

You seen Beecher? Where's Beecher? The shit is coming down fast.

He had a play date with his daughter.

God damn it. l got to get to him.

How the fuck am l gonna get to him?

Hey, you.

- Me? - Yeah.

- You Beecher's brother? - Uh-huh.

l have a civilian down.

- Get him out of here! - He's my brother. He's my brother.

Please, just get him some help! Get him some help!

And then there's the Don Juan.

You take the spring from the frame underneath your bed,

uncoil it and then sharpen the edge.

The wound itself is smaller but goes much deeper.

Like Don Juan...

it penetrates.

Dad.

You've got to take Holly away.

- She's in danger again? - From the same man who killed Gary.

- Well, we'll tell the police. - The police?

The police can't help us now.

Take her away, keep her away. Do you understand?

Yes, l understand,

but l'm not sure she will.

Talk to her, Toby. Explain what's happening.

Thank you.

Holly,

it was so good to see you today.

l know l told you that you'd be coming back soon,

but Grandpa

is gonna take you on a little trip for a while,

and when you get back,

you and l are going to be together forever and ever.

Okay?

l love you.

Remember that. Always.

You've gotta kill Schillinger.

- No. - What's the alternative?

- l let him kill me. - What the hell does that mean?

lf l offer to die, maybe that'll end all this.

Maybe he'll let my family be.

And what are you gonna get out of him, a written guarantee?

- What are my options? - We pin Hank's murder on someone else.

Who? And then what? Schillinger kills that person?

No, l've got enough death on my conscience.

- l've gotta go. - No, Beech, Jesus.

Come on. Just listen to me. Let's just relax, all right?

Let's breathe, all right? Think what you're doing.

- Think it through. - l have.

My family can't hide forever.

lf l don't handle this now, Schillinger will destroy them.

That's what l'm talking about, handling it.

Don't you understand that? All we gotta do is kill Schillinger.

And then the Aryans will still kill me.

And for all l know, Schillinger's unborn grandchild will grow up,

find my grandchild, and kill him. No.

- Chris, this is the only way to do it. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Chris, let me go. - Wait, just wait. Wait.

Okay.

Tomorrow we'll continue with the spiritual evaluation of Zedekiah.

Reverend.

Yes... Keller, right?

You know what Vern Schillinger has planned

against Tobias Beecher, don't you?

l'm afraid l do,

and l'm helpless to stop him.

He thinks Beecher ordered the hit on Hank.

Schillinger's wrong. l ordered the hit.

You?

l willl confess my crime to the authorities,

but l need you to tell Schillinger the truth.

So you see that Keller is the guilty one.

Tobias Beecher is totally innocent.

Doing harm to him or his family

would be a tragic mistake.

l appreciate your coming to see me, Reverend.

You believe this bullshit?

Beecher killed Hank.

Beecher killed your son.

What's your best memory of your son?

First time he came up

unprompted and hugged me

and said, ''Daddy, l love you.''

Beecher, l promise not to hurt your daughter,

or anybody else in your family.

See, l want to believe that you are innocent of killing Hank.

l want to believe because...

l need to believe in something,

something besides hate.

This grandchild that's coming

is my last chance,

my last hope.

l want this kid

to put his arms around my neck

and say, ''l love you.''

'Cause,

see, l never had that before.

l am sorry about your son.

l'm sorry about yours, too.

- Hello, Chris. - Sister Pete.

You come to wish me a bon voyage?

Sit down.

l-- l don't know quite what's happened,

but l suspect as usual that you know the whole truth.

Which l've told.

l think you lied.

Do you?

You lied for a greater truth.

Some time ago you and l had a conversation about God.

We don't choose God.

God chooses us.

l remember.

And you said that you wanted God to choose you

but you thought it was too late.

lt's never too late.

God finally did choose you, Chris.

And he chose wisely.

You have a couple minutes.

Sorry l can't hug you back.

Schillinger believed Cloutier. Thinks l'm innocent.

- Even shook my hand. - You see?

And l get a nice trip to Massachusetts,

stand trial, serve life in Cedar Junction far from Schillinger's reach.

There are Aryans in Massachusetts.

Half-assed Aryans.

Besides, l think l've proven l'm pretty nimble when it comes to staying alive.

Why are you doing this?

l would have thought that was fairly obvious.

- Yeah. - Besides, l love the irony.

l've gotten away with all of those murders l actually committed

and here l am confessing to the one l'm innocent of.

lt's time, gentlemen.

l'll see you.

When?

Back here.

Or in heaven.

Do you really think we're gonna get into heaven?

Ah, you and me together.

God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.

The worst stab wound is the one to the heart.

Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same.

there's always a scar, which is meant, l guess, to remind you that

even for a little while someone made your heart beat faster.

And that's a scar you can live with proudly

all the days of your life.